ABSTRACT – B. P. 2015 – NYC
I was born almost a month late on Miami Beach in November 1945 . I guess I was reluctant to come out. When I did arrive I soon knew why.
My father was an adventurous pilot for Pan Am. My mother, the daughter of a minor wall street tycoon and I was seriously ill. Nevertheless, by 1947 we were living in Europe.
I grew up in a world that had survived two world wars within thirty years. After coming very close to perishing I, with my diminished health, was left to play on the dunes of Dunkirk. My guess is that the war had left people with a sense of urgency, that they needed to live life in the moment as intensely as possible and that children simply got in the way, but could be easily stashed in boarding schools.
One night my father dropped me off at a school in Switzerland. He just vanished without saying good bye. I couldn’t believe it and I went around hysterically searching for him in the little town. This was calvinist country and when my allergies became uncontrollable in the spring they resorted to beating me every morning.
After another five years in Germany we went back to Miami. Life was good there for a few years until my parents got divorced and I went off to high school in England; a dreary place to be when the last vestiges of normal life are shattered.
After my odd fiasco in the english school which was a yeshiva and I wasn’t even jewish, I ended up in Rome with some wealthy friends of my parents. So I started going to art school in Rome at the academia de Belli Arti de Roma. Although it was all very strange and sad, I nevertheless considered myself lucky to be alive and I was determined to express that gratefulness with art. After Rome I went to Berlin where my father lived with his new wife and flew for the airline. I was getting much stronger and I already knew three foreign languages, so I managed to get a sculpture scholarship to the S.H.F.B.K in west Berlin.
In 1967 I joined Human Being, an electronic music group. After some success in Berlin we went off to live in North Africa for a year and were thrown in jail in Madrid when we returned. I later went back to New York and met the painter, Jochen Seidel who ended up hanging himself. Distraught by Seidel’s suicide, I went back to Berlin to study painting with Seidel’s friend Hermann Bachmann. Bachmann’s daughter and I fell in love and I began living with them and going to school with the old man every day. When I graduated I stayed on in Berlin and taught at the school and had a lot of other jobs and commissions.
I came back to live in the Unites States in 1976, got married and had a child, Phoebe. When the marriage broke up in 1978, I went back to Miami; painted, showed and worked in the studio I had built until I returned to New York in 1993.
Having stopped drinking in 2005, I began making UAS’s – unmanned aerial camera platforms, and developed three functioning aircraft by 2015.
In 2015 I began painting again at a house I had in the dominican republic and working on the memoirs of an unbelievable life.
Copies of the completed Brief Illustrated Memoirs Vol. 1 and 2 are available as well.